Chapter 1051:
“Chrissie, let’s dance.”
With those words, he steadied her and stepped back two measured paces. His eyes, clear and luminous, overflowed with joy and devotion, shining bright as though scattered with starlight.
He extended a classic waltz invitation, every movement fluid, poised, and undeniably noble, radiating effortless grace.
Without pausing to think, Christina’s hand reached for his, accepting instinctively.
Only when her body had already begun to move in rhythm with his did she remember the wound she had been so desperate to tend to. But it was too late. She let the thought go, deciding just this once to surrender to the moment. A smile curved her lips as she twirled with him, swept into a waltz beneath the storm.
The rain became their orchestra, each patter and splash echoing the tender beat of romance blooming between them.
In the rain, Dylan and Christina saw no one else—only each other.
The warmth of their bodies seeped through the points where their skin touched, binding them in a quiet, unspoken connection.
In that moment, they were completely lost in one another, swept up in a blissful happiness.
Every exchanged glance carried with it a tender smile, as though they shared a secret that only the two of them could understand.
When the dance finally ended, Christina wasted no time. She tugged Dylan back toward the house, not daring to linger in the rain for even a heartbeat longer.
Soaked to the bone, she quickly steered him upstairs and into his room.
“Go take a shower,”.
she instructed gently, placing a clean set of clothes in the bathroom before nudging him inside.
“Be good and take a shower. I’ll come back later to tend to your wound.”.
Her words were soft and coaxing, though she herself was in just as much need of a shower, every inch of her drenched.
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“Okay,”.
Dylan answered with obedient simplicity.
Christina turned to leave, never noticing how Dylan leaned against the bathroom doorframe, a sly smile curling on his lips as he watched her retreating figure.
The waltz they had shared in the rain was already etched into his heart, destined to become one of his most cherished memories. Perhaps, when the years had worn them down and their hair had turned silver, they would sit together and laugh softly as they reminisced about the beautiful moments of their youth.
After showering, Christina wiped her hair roughly with a towel and went in search of Dylan.
The instant she opened the door to her room, she found him waiting for her, his eagerness written clearly on his face.
“Chrissie,”.
Dylan greeted warmly, his smile innocent yet filled with affection.
That tender expression was dangerously appealing.
Christina’s heart skipped a beat as her eyes were drawn helplessly to him. When his deep, dark gaze brimmed with tenderness, it became almost impossible to look away.
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